After the Act

I’m not a promiscuous man, and in seven years of marriage to Harriet I have hardly so much as glanced elsewhere. Certainly I had no straying fancies in Paris. But sometimes you don’t have to look, or even be receptive. The lightning strikes and—God help you—there it is. "Uncommonly intelligent and moving." *Daily Telegraph* "An excellent novel." *Sunday Express* "Beneath the surface of this beautifully polished suspense story the author has probed the intangibles of life, death and human guilt." *New York Times*